Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Where we will carve our names

Soul Mates by Canadian artist Maxine Noel.

She signs her artwork with Sioux name Ioyan Mani, which translates to "Walk Beyond".

With my four eagle feathers, I stir the air and fly to your handBare of rings & ink, you seed my footpath salt & foam, as far as my raven's eyes can catch- A pair of seagulls circle eight times above us, wingtips white as falling snowThe yellowed river whispers songs of our mothers, we cradle them as precious stonesNative drums beat & shatter the evening crimson and lush as your skin, soft as knotted leaves An owl hoots, we hear the northern winds keel and rise its mast towards the blue ice-mountainsA cry from a distant coyote pierces sharp as my spear, then night wraps us silk-warm as crackling firewood- The wind rustles restful & plump as blackberries your face is silvered lake, stardrop & ebbing waves- Reach for me like a spring bud to rain, Pull me under your fur, shivering for your touch- I will be the soft sands & sturdy bark you call home I will bear our names in the deep belly of the mighty treeThe thick-green forest hears our words & loops our rib bones under one skin, one spirit dance-Let's climb the skies together - Let's feast with the candles melting like the moon - Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub - Happy Anniversary and cheers for more ~ I am vacationing in British Columbia and may be slow (but surely) in returning visits ~ I am enjoying the scenery and basking myself in the local arts.

56 comments:

nice...some really cool nods to first nation or native people...love the stirring with the feather...i will bear our names in the belly of the tree...what a cool line that is...the river whispering our song...all the nature elements too are very cool....glad you are have a good time grace...smiles.

Lovely piece! the softness goes so well about love, romance and togetherness, Bearing names under the names of the mighty tree....wrapped like in silkworm....touch and go yet embraces in the warmth of love. A soulful piece Grace!

Let's climb the skies together -Let's feast with the candles melting like the moon - ... i liked this a lot Grace... i really like the promise of eternity within these very lines... loved it... enjoy the trip & always keep safe... smiles...

you really take me there with image after image...I felt a dry warmth, a desert under a night sky, soft breeze, beautiful. I really like this line,"I will be the soft sands & sturdy bark you call home"I have an 'obsession' with trees.

Passionate, enchanting, captivating and more. I am extremely diverse in my background but my great grandmother was Seminole and if I did not know it (and perhaps it is so) I would think you are native American through and through. This is a beautiful write, each and every word.

very beautifully written heaven.. the love, the sweet sugary feeling it has was well reflected..

your post reminded me lines of John Donne.. We can die by it, if not live by love,And if unfit for tombs and hearseOur legend be, it will be fit for verse;And if no piece of chronicle we prove,We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;As well a well-wrought urn becomesThe greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,And by these hymns, all shall approveUs canonized for Love..